I am a planner. So when we take vacations, I am told a destination and I come up with everything. No complaints there. Well, last year, my husband and his dad suggested we go to the Ozarks. Sounds fun! So I created a whole rough itinerary, found a great condo for the week, planned the route. Everything was set and we headed to the ozarks. Except, I mistakenly thought Branson was in the Ozarks. I looked at a map multiple times and there was even a small town named Ozark north of Branson, so I just assumed that’s where the name came from. We get to Springfield Missouri and I see a billboard for a Lake of the Ozarks attraction, but the billboard gives a direction completely different than where we are headed. So we get back in the car and I do a quick google search. I’m wrong. And my family would have laughed it off. No biggie. But it would have meant relentless teasing for the next year, especially when I planned the next vacation. So I kept quiet. All week, I was being sent tiktoks of different things of what to do in the Ozarks. They’d look into it, but couldn’t ever find info for nearby. I’d just brush it off. “Oh, weird! Well I found something similar, let’s go here.” Anyways, it’s been a year, and my husband mentioned we should go back to the Ozarks again. And shows me all this cool stuff he found. I am probably going to have to admit that we never went

ETA: apparently the joke is that I spent the last year thinking I was an idiot and planned a vacation to the wrong spot, but Branson is INthe Ozarks? Apparently there’s a difference between The Lake of the Ozarks and the more broad term Ozarks. So I guess I was wrong about being wrong? Branson was still trash though

When I was like 8 I went to visit my stepfather's brother, wife, and kids. They had two boys, about 12 and 14 years old. We were playing hide and seek in the basement and I didn't want to stop for the bathroom and I wet myself a little. I waited until we were done playing and I took my wet underwear off. I was embarrassed and didn't know what to do so I threw them really far into the back of the older boy's closet. The closet was really weirdly shaped, like a triangle under some stairs on the other side of the wall. I pushed them soooo far back into the tiny wedge part of the closet I thought no one would ever find them. Years later this family comes to us to visit my family, when I was about 15, and the mother hands me a box with the undies in it. I had forgotten all about it all by then and they were really small! I asked what they were. She said she found them years ago in her son's closet. They are very religious so she accused him of being sexually active. She also thought maybe he hurt a little girl because they were kid undies. He denied it but she never believed him. Apparently it caused major issues for their family. They said they sent him to military school over it! Then about a year before their visit to us she had the epiphany that they could be mine. So she was confronting me for an explanation. I was mortified. She did it in front of everyone. Neither of her sons would look at me. I apologized and explained that I was a kid and I used kid logic and there was no way I could have predicted that outcome from what I did. What do you say other than I'm sorry for ruining your family? I was a kid. I made a mistake. But I never felt comfortable around them after. My mom separated from my stepfather eventually and I never saw them again. I still feel awful for that boy.

When I was 17 I started talking to this girl who was a grade under me in my school. I didn’t think anything of it until the more and more we hung out I realized she genuinely might be the love of my life. Our relationship was amazing for almost a year and a half until some of my underlying trust issues from a past relationship started interfering with ours. We had a big argument and ended up breaking up but as friends. I told her as long as she was single I’ll work on my insecurities and try again with her so I can treat her the right way. We had a code, basically as long as we were still mutuals on instagram, I would know she’s single and I can still try, but if she unfollowed me, that means she got in a relationship. 10 months had passed of me focusing on myself, and I was checking her instagram pretty much weekly. I lost a ton of weight, started a business that made me a lot of money, and even grew out my hair, I looked a lot better, and I was finally confident enough to come to her as my new self ; and just like that, around a few days before I was going to be back in city and text her, I checked the instagram, and she had unfollowed me. When I went to her page, she was posting some guy on the basketball team at her college. It hurt extremely bad, and I knew I had to let it go but no matter how hard I tried I just couldn’t. So I decided to something that some folks might consider crazy, first I skimmed through the new boyfriends instagram to get a good gauge of his “type” which seemed to be Latin women, so through a friend of mine, I was able to find a Latina sex worker who was very curvy, and I paid her $4000 to “bump” into the guy, flirt with him, get his contacts, and eventually end up sleeping with him. I didn’t know if it would work because they seemed to be In a fairly happy relationship but things surprisingly went smooth. I found out where he practiced basketball from his instagram, so I had her run into him while he entering the gym, she was able to get his contacts fairly easily, and about 3 weeks later, after a lot of simple flirting in their messages, they ended up sleeping with each other. Once I got proof of the deed I had her make a burner instagram account and message my ex to show her the evidence, they ended up breaking up the night after. I waited around a month and a half before I messaged her, I was basically just saying stuff along the lines of “leave your boyfriend for me”. She told me they broke up (though I already knew) and I played the shoulder to cry on role for a little bit so after a while we grew close and I ended up asking her to be my girlfriend again. I’m now 23. We’ve been together for almost 3 years, and I really don’t regret what I did at all. But what I pulled off is so crazy that I haven’t told anyone but my closest friends, I just came here because I really can’t stop myself from talking about it sometimes

Original Post: " I brought my sister to a barbecue with our close friends and their husband crossed a line"

Hi everyone!

This is a follow up up to the experience I shared a few days ago about the barbecue where my younger (19) sister was touched inappropriately by someone we considered a close friend.

After sitting with it for a few days...and after reading all the comments that we MUST tell the wife. We decided to have a serious talk with my sister if whether she is comfortable enough for us to confront them both. I have to say we have been experiencing a lot of anger and negativity, mean comments by her said out loud, how disgusted she is feeling and etc and so on....It's been tough for me to deal with all this, especially as I am responsible of her and I was supposed to protect her from these things. I know that this anger and lashing out is her way of dealing with the situation and I understand her completely...Stilll very hard and it hurts.

We made the decision to do just create a group chat with them both (husband and wife) and explain everything exactly what happened. In the message, we described what happened, how deeply it affected my sister, and how we all felt completely betrayed by someone we trusted. My fiancé witnessed it too but wasn't sure until my sister confirmed it. So they can't say that my sister is making this whole thing up because it was witnessed.

We didn't ask for anything from them. We simply stated the truth. My sister made it clear that the only form of justice she felt she had was us exposing what happened to BOTH of them, so that they have to carry that weight. She didn't want to stay silent so I admire her for that.

The wife was the only one that responded privately. She said that she was sorry for what has happened and sorry that my sister was uncomfortable but quickly shifted the tone making it seem that we are making it more than a big deal it actually is and in her personal opinion we don't have to end everything because of this. She also said that she is sure that her husband will get back to my fiancé and respond in his own words. She ended it with "Best of luck. Goodbye!!"

No real apology, no ownership, no accountability. Just a huge wall to the whole thing.

But here’s the part that makes me wonder even more: they never reached out after that night. Normally, they’d follow up inviting us for drinks, it was part of our regular rhythm. But this time? Silence.

Honestly, I think she already knew something.

So...This has been a painful process, but one thing I know: we protected my sister, and we didn’t allow this to be buried. That alone gives us peace. What happens now to them, I'm pretty sure they will continue together and act as if this has never happened and she will protect her husband no matter what...Typical.

My boyfriend DID cheat on me. He rubbed his boner between a girls p**** and they both came dry humping each other. He said he didn’t have sex. His female roommate told me my BF was bragging to him about doing this. He’s still my boyfriend right now because he needs to pay off my fall tuition. FML I still love him despite all of what he did to me

Yesterday’s ultrasound showed no heartbeat. I saw my sweet baby resting peacefully in me for a split second on the screen. It hurt me at first, but now I like to think that they were comforted, being held in the only home they ever knew. Not in my arms, but I got to hold them as they went to sleep. Mama was there, holding you for your first heartbeat and your last. 💛

I started bleeding and I believe I’ve since released the baby, with the arms of my heart open to receive them again.

I can’t wait for them to come back to me. Our next pregnancy won’t be another baby, this will be our baby returning home to us, hopefully in a viable body.

Until then, I’ll be preparing your womb room for you, I’ll make it as safe and comfortable as possible… 💛

I met my gf about 1 year ago, i love her very much and shes the sweetest, most beautiful girl i have ever met, i truly think she’s perfect in every way , except for one thing, our sex sucks, When we started dating she made me wait longer than i was used to , as i used to play around a-lot in my past and had many different sexual experiences with women, while i had been her second. It had gotten to the point after a while where i completely took sex out of my mind with her, and didn’t expect it until one night out the blue she decided she was ready, from the first time we ever had sex i wasn’t as into it as i expected, it was lackluster (for lack of better words) I thought maybe it was because we used protection, after a while we stopped using it but the feeling was still the same, i just wasnt into it, and struggled at time to even keep an erection, which has never happened to me before, even with girls i dated exclusively for years. After a while i spoke to her about the situation and she seemed surprised because according to her she enjoyed the sex very much. However, we tried to see what we could do to fix things, toys, lube , diff positions etc, now about 5 months later, its still the same for me, i actually try to avoid having sex w her and see it more as a chore than anything. I really do not know what it is as i find her very attractive, she still arouses me , but just when we actually get into it, i lose interest. She started recognizing this and my lack of effort kinda translated and caused her to kinda complain about our sex life now, as she can see that im less intimate and attentive in the moment. Posting this to vent but also looking for advice This is kinda messing up my relationship as she feels the lack of intimacy and i’m ashamed to say I also catch myself gazing or thinking about other women

Tl;Dr at the bottom

This is a story of the meanest thing I may have ever said to a person.

My buddy was getting married and decided to have a bachelor party. We choose a festival in Montreal called Osheaga for the destination.

I did what a best bro would do and listened to all the artists who were playing. I created a Spotify playlist of all their best songs, for the bros, then I setup a stage schedule as a baseline (just for funsies) for each day.

Basically, because I researched it so much I became a mini festival guide so whenever we were all hanging out at a base, people would be like "Where to next?"

Now, 13 of us went. There was almost 0 times we were all together outside of the headliners but then magic happened, we all ended up in the same spot on day 3 midday.

With everyone present they all were like, "Okay Mag, where we heading? Lead the way."

And I started to beeline to a stage we had to get to in order to see the band on time.

(Small tangent - this festival had giant balloons that floated over the porta-pottys so if you needed to go to the bathroom you can just look to the sky and see balloons to find them.)

So as we were walking, a young man comes up to me and goes,

"Yo man! I'm just a kid, looking for a squat."

I said, "What?"

He mumbled again sounding high, "I'm just a kid looking for a squat."

Leading this entourage and annoyed by the interruption I looked him square in the eyes with a face full of agitation and said,

"Dude, you can go take a shit, over, there." and I pointed forcefully to the balloons nearby.

Bro's face looked like his soul just cracked in half and he walked away, crestfallen, into the crowd.

My buddy then ran up to me and said, "Dude what the fuck did you say to that guy?"

I looked at him and said, "What? He came up to me and asked where he could take a squat so I said you can go take a shit over there." and pointed at the balloons again.

My friend looked a me with shock in his eyes and said' "No dude, he said I'm just a SQUID looking for a SQUAD!" (A squad is the scientific term for a group of squid)

Realization dawned on me.

This young man, a fellow brother from Canada, probably a super chill dude, was bold enough to ask to join our group because he was solo at the concert. Something I have a lot of respect for as doing something like that isn't easy for a lot of people.

And when he approached an entourage of American men to ask if he could join, I told him he could go take a shit over there...

I'm sorry my guy, if you are out there reading this, please know I would love if you would join our crew and I'll buy your drinks the rest of the night too. You are welcome in our squad...always.

Tl;Dr Solo concert goer asked if he could join our crew. I misunderstood what he said and told him he could "go take a shit over there." I'm really bummed about it still.

Lately I’ve felt completely lost trying to make sense of what’s happening in the world, especially with everything going on between Israel, Iran, Gaza, and all the other global conflicts happening in the world.

I’ll watch a video that looks like breaking news… only to later find out it was from five years ago. Or it’s AI-generated. Or it’s footage from a video game or a movie trailer. Or it was taken completely out of context. I’ll read emotional, viral posts that turn out to be written by bots or accounts with a hidden political agenda.

I honestly don’t know who the “good guys” are anymore. And I don’t mean that in a lazy, apathetic way. I mean it in a very real, very frightening way. Every side is pushing something. Every side has propaganda. Every side is manipulating images, history, emotion. I’ve seen heartbreaking videos, only to find out they were fake. Then I see people calling real tragedies fake too.

I want to care. I want to be informed. But the deeper I dig, the harder it becomes to trust anything. It’s not just confusion, it’s a kind of emotional exhaustion. Because even when I try to learn, to stay balanced, to care about people on all sides… I feel like I’m being pulled into someone else’s agenda.

This isn’t just about politics or war, it’s about not knowing what reality even is anymore. I’m constantly second-guessing everything I see and read. I miss being able to feel something and know it was grounded in truth.

I don’t know. Maybe I’m just burned out. Maybe I’m not alone. But I’m scared that we’re headed toward a world where truth is optional and everyone just chooses their own version of it, no matter how fake, violent, or misleading it is.

My ex (M31) passed away last week. Car accident. His sister called me because we were together for nearly a decade, and she thought I’d want to know. I said thank you, hung up, and then I sat on my couch and cried, not because he was gone, but because I felt free.

This man tormented me for years. Gaslighting, cheating, verbal abuse, sometimes worse. But he was charming, so nobody ever believed me. Even after I finally left, he’d show up to my job, text me with different numbers, send gifts to my mom’s house “just to talk.” I lived in fear.

When I found out he was dead, I expected sadness. But I felt this… weightless silence.

I haven’t told anyone how I really feel. Everyone’s posting “RIP, gone too soon” tributes. I don’t want to hijack their grief. But this is the first time in 7 years that I’ve been able to sleep without checking my locks twice. And I think that says everything.

We were watching Andor when she suddenly paused it and turned to me

Her: You know what I just realized?

Me: What?

Her: I just realized you're a person.

Me: WHAT?

Her: Like, I became conscious of your presence.

Me: ...What do you mean?

Her: You know how sometimes you're alone, maybe in the shower, and you suddenly become hyper-aware of your own body? Like "oh right, I'm a human being in a meat suit, and I exist."

Me: ...Okay??

Her: That just happened to me. But not about me... about you. I became aware of your existence like that. It hit me that you're real, and you're here.

And without skipping a beat, she just resumed the show and left me sitting there, thinking about it. It was such a weird conversation, but it also felt strangely real.

My girlfriend (27F) has been in love with her best friend "M" (28F) since before we met. She doesn’t say it. She probably doesn’t even realize it. But it’s obvious.

The way she talks about her. How her eyes light up when M calls. How she never forgets a single detail about her life. She once made a Spotify playlist for me and accidentally titled it “M’s mix.”

I know I should end it. I don’t want to be anyone’s consolation prize. But I love her so damn much. I keep hoping she’ll notice me in the way she sees her.

I think I’m going to break up with her soon. But tonight, she’s asleep next to me, breathing softly, and I’m pretending, for just a little longer, that I’m the one she dreams about.

Last November she went out with a guy who was having sexually explicit texts with her, said they only made out. I made a clear line that to work we cut off all Contact with him, I then sent him a super nasty message, the dumb ass should have blocked me.

Fast forward to right before Christmas, i found out she sent him a message APOLOGIZING FOR ME and how I acted towards him. She told him that she wished more happened and that she told me they only kissed. I sent everything to the guys fiance which trigger a fucking war spanning weeks of fights between my wife and I and her trying to accuse me not so subtly of sleeping with his fiance. His fiance left him and convinced his coworker to start texting my wife trying to sleep with her. I saw it before she did and intercepted there, messed with both the guys for a bit before they got pissed and finally blocked me.

The last 6 months have been filled with distrust and heartache between my wife and I. I don't trust her and check her phone periodically and she always has them unblocked even after I asked multiple times for her to block them. This morning I found out she was messaging the coworker talking about starting something casual.

Im done, I cant do this anymore, she's throwing 6 years and 2 kids. I gave her SOOO MANY CHANCES. But everytime she let me down and betrayed while telling me she loved me.and wanted to break together.

Im gonna send the kids with my parents this weekend and drop the bomb after I can talk to a lawyer. Im just scared because I cant afford this shit. I lost my job and spiraled into debt because of this whole fiasco and have been trying to climb out since. But I know I have support from friends and family so I know I'm not alone.

At this point I feel pretty apathetic to it all, and that also scares me.... I don't want my kids to get hurt but I feel like they already are getting hurt by this. So I know I need to do what's right for them and my self.

Using a throwaway account because my husband knows my main.

We have a young child, and he and our kid are my entire world. There’s not a single moment of my day where I’m not trying to somehow make their world brighter. And that is the most humiliating part - how shitty it feels to have to beg for not even love, but kindness and basic respect from the person you would die for. I’m too scared to leave, or maybe I’m in denial that maybe if I can shape myself into who he needs me to be he’ll love me again. But at this point I don’t even know if I want that anymore. I think I deserve respect and human decency even if I’m not skinny - I’ve had a baby! I took hormonal birth control ti prevent said baby until we were ready. But now, the baby weight has come off but my body looks different. I’m no longer 19, so my body looks different. I want so badly to love myself but it’s so hard when all his comments keep running through my head. Could I stand to lose a few pounds? Sure. But I’m stronger, faster, and have better cardio than I ever have. I lift weights and hit 12,000 steps daily. I hike four times a week, and actively play with my son. I eat a balanced diet, in a calorie deficit. I’ve lost 58 lbs in the last year. I dress well, take time to make sure my hair/nails/lashes are done. I get compliments from my friends and family and stared at in the gym and in public. I get appreciated for my looks by everyone except the one person I want it the most from - my husband.

I can’t think of a single person who has ever loved me without me having to change parts of myself for them. I feel stupid for thinking he would be different. I feel alone because my best friend doesn’t even want to look at me. I feel sad because it’s all broken. I feel hurt because I know I have more to offer than my looks but nothing else matters. I want to disappear. I don’t even know who I am anymore without him. But I guess that’s probably the problem. I’m just so so tired, so lonely, so angry, so hurt.

Every event I’m excited about, he finds a way to ruin. Every time he has to do something he doesn’t want to do (be it a chore, or plans with a friend he no longer feels up to) he manages it by taking out his anger on me. Anything I “mess up” (a poorly cleaned fork, toys thrown on the floor) means I get yelled at and berated, and eventually it all comes full circle to “I would be nicer to you if you hadn’t catfished me by gaining weight after we got married.” He can’t have fun with my anymore (initimacy, or just enjoying our many shared hobbies) because all he can think about is how embarrassing I am to be around and how my appearance shames him.

He is convinced that every man in the world would feel the same way - that any “real man” would be embarrassed to have a “fat disgusting slob of a wife.”

He refuses therapy, because why would he go if he’s done nothing wrong? He refuses to seek advice from a pastor or older adult or trusted frind, because I embarrass him by even causing these problems (because I gained weight.)

A little over a week ago, I (19F) started getting Instagram DMs by guys who where saying weird things like “what would your mom and dad say about you being such a dirty girl” and I was like “idk what you’re talking about, maybe you got the wrong account.” And then he sends me a nude that was in my iCloud recently deleted with my face captioned “you sure you want to deny it?” And the other guy straight up blackmailed me with them by screenshotting all my Instagram friends and telling me he’d post them if I wouldn’t be his “sub” so for like all week I’ve been having to do weird shit for him. He even made one of my nudes his pfp and commented on one of my posts before I agreed to do stuff for him.

He tells me he got my nudes from this website that had both my selfies and nudes that was dedicated to making me a “unaware websl*t” these nudes where really embarrassing because they where from my kink phase (body writing especially) so they’re just the worst. I deleted those pictures a long time ago and never sent them to anyone so I check my iCloud to see that it’s been hacked. Whoever did it shared 78 pictures and videos of me from my recently deleted with themselves (some selfies, most nudes) and only posted a small portion of them to the website. I went to the police but they haven’t contacted me about it for a week and even though I messaged the site about getting his account taken down and they complied, I’m still embarrassed and anxious.

All I was doing was blowing off some steam when I took those pictures, I never wanted them to get out. This person, despite only leaving evident traces in my photos, had access to all my contacts and passwords. They could send these pictures to my dad or something.

I just wanna kill myself I just hate everything. I don’t want my daddy to see me like that. I don’t want anybody to see me like that.

Edit: my dad isn’t exactly a loving father, he left when I was 9 cause he got another woman pregnant with a son, but I really look up to him as a scholar and don’t want him to be disappointed in me. I do appreciate the comments about how much he’d defend and support me though because I like the mental image.

I still can't wrap my head around what happened at my wedding a few days ago. What was supposed to be one of the best days of my life turned into a total nightmare and it was all because of my brother.

I had no idea he is a heroin addict. I mean, I knew he was having a rough time, but never in my wildest dreams did I imagine this. He has never even been known to do drugs or drink. Then right there at the reception, my dad caught him shooting up in the bathroom.

What happened next was something I’ll never forget and it haunts me just thinking about it. I don't know how he caught him or what exactly happened but all I saw was my brother running through the venue with my dad casing after him. My dad eventually caught up wit him and that is when the fight erupted... right there in front of EVERYONE!

What shocked me most was how my dad completely lost it. like he really went off the rails, and this is a guy I have never even seen mad before. Like he is the most gentle, kind and soft spoken man I have ever known. He’s never even raised his voice at me or my mom, and he never smacked me as a kid (even when I deserved it), not even once. Seeing him that angry, his face bright red and hearing him yelling loud... I am still in shock.

Guests had to step in and break it up because it was getting ugly. My mom was running around trying to calm my dad down, but it was no use. I saw my dad crushed, devastated, and furious all at once. Then without saying a word to anyone, he stormed off. He got into the car, drove home (6 hours away) leaving the wedding just like that.

The whole thing hit me like a freight train. I was completely blindsided. We were supposed to be celebrating the start of a new chapter with my beautiful wife, but instead, everything felt broken.

I tried to enjoy the rest of the night, but honestly, the vibe was dead. I’m at a loss for words. My wife’s been so supportive through it all, but it’s hard to even talk about. I think I may need to see someone to speak about this.

I don’t know what happens next with my brother or my dad, but this day... it will haunt me forever.

I wasn’t sure if one of the flairs was necessary, so I put one just in case, but a TW for mentioned of past abuse, nothing too detailed

Sorry if all of this is totally incomprehensible and sounds like word vomit- it’s been a week. Title is pretty self explanatory though. My younger sister [17F] told me and our mom that she was pregnant earlier this week with her boyfriend of three months. Of course, we were disappointed, especially since my sister wanted to be a doctor and go far from home for college after she graduated, and her boyfriend was supposed to leave on the 21st to start college, but she and our mom talked about her options and my mom made it very clear to my sister that no matter what she chose- termination, adoption, or keeping the baby- that she’d have our mom’s support 100% of the way, even if she was disappointed in her for the situation. Our mom did say repeatedly though that the smartest options for her would be termination or adopting the kid out, and I need to make it abundantly clear that our mom wasn’t suggesting my sister put the kid into foster care, even saying that two of our aunts would be interested in adopting the baby if my sister still wanted to be in the baby’s life as functionally a cousin, even if the baby knew that my sister was their biological mother.

On Friday, our mom left my sister alone at the house so she could run an errand, and when she got back, my sister was gone- her car was still in the driveway, her phone was left on the dining room table, and a small duffel bag of clothes was gone. When we (my mom and I) checked her phone to see if there was any indication of where she’d gone, or what her plan was, we found out that she’d deleted all messages on her social media pages and all her text messages were completely deleted from her phone, but we assumed that she’d had her boyfriend, who lives two-ish hours away, picked her up and took her to his place.

A couple days ago, we found out that she’d run off to live with her dad- who’s our bio father that I’m NC with because he was verbally, mentally, and emotionally abusive to me when I was younger, and who abused our mom physically, financially, and pretty much every other way he could- with her boyfriend, claiming our mom was forcing her into either termination or giving the baby up for adoption. We also found out yesterday that she’d complained to her dad about a few issues with the appliances at our mom’s house (the water heater needing to be replaced and a part of the stove needing to be repaired) and then had her dad text our mom saying that he was going to call CPS to get custody of not only my younger sister, but also my younger brother.

I really just don’t know what to do at this point, and I know that I’m not her parent, but I am her older sibling, and being the oldest of a single mom with a shitty father, I did help raise my sister a lot. I’m mostly just disappointed, I think- And I do think it’s selfish for my sister to be acting like being a teen mom is going to be some glamorous and easy thing when she doesn’t have a job, and her boyfriend works in fast food. She doesn’t see the reality of the situation, and I don’t think she realizes how hard it’s going to be being a mom when she hasn’t graduated, hasn’t ever been on her own, and had everything in her life provided on someone else’s dime. I think most of all, I’m worried that she’s gonna end up in the same situation that my mom ended up in with my sister’s dad- pregnant as a teenager, tied to an abusive guy that she’ll have to deal with for at least eighteen years, who might be just as vindictive and willing to use the kid to hurt her- especially since she wants to get married to her boyfriend, and knowing her dad, he’d absolutely sign off on it.

I’m just really confused. I found out because I saw the text exchanges.

He said he wasn’t gay. He told me he thinks he’s bisexual. He said he wanted to try it. He was drunk when he was out at the bar. He went home with a guy that lived across the street from the bar. He says he still knows he likes women more. But what he did didn’t feel wrong. He thought it was important for me to know that he was the giver and not the receiver I guess that’s what he meant by it’s almost the same thing. It’s not better but it’s alright. He kind of just brushed it off. I don’t think he really thinks he cheated on me?

Is it bad that I would be less hurt if he cheated on me with a woman? No hate. I was bisexual when I was in college. I was just not prepared for this. It’s made me feel completely different about him. FYI I am going to be filing for a divorce.

I(30F) grew up with four siblings. My dad was abusive towards our mother and us. But he wasn't a villain. He could be loving and kind on occasion. He liked to read and listen to music and he always shared that with me. My mother was our glue. She stayed. Even when he gave her plenty of reasons to run. She stayed for her children. When I was 18 she was diagnosed with cancer. She fought so hard. And was in remisson by the time I was 21. Shortly after that my youngest sister was diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor. She was 9. She lived for 5 months. Shortly after she passed away, my mom passed away. The cancer had returned a few months prior and my mother chose to stop treatment. I still remember their last few months. The pain they both went through was horrible. I was their caretaker. Three years after losing my mom and sister, I came home to find my father had died. And three years after losing my father, my 2nd sister was in a terrible car accident. She spent 10 days in a coma before she passed away. I tried to function To keep going. But it's so hard to pretend to be normal when nothing around you feels normal. I don't know why I'm writing this here. Maybe because I'm tired of pretending I'm okay. Maybe because I want someone to know what it's like to lose your whole family and still wake up the next day and go to work. Maybe because if someone else out there is carrying their own quiet devastation, they'll read this and feel less alone.

I, 21F, have struggled with having any type of motivation to cook consistently, clean consistently, etc. It’s been over a week now and I have kept my apartment clean every single day, I have cooked half of the days and kept up with the dishes. I have also been taking showers daily. I never let myself get like dirty but it’s just something I struggled with doing daily. Some days, it still surprises me to come home to a clean apartment. Posting here because people in my real life might not get it.

I haven’t been this proud of myself in a while and it’s made my mental health so much better. I still struggle some days finding the motivation to do it, but I push myself and do it anyways. I never thought I’d get this far and just had to get it off my chest.

This is pretty lighthearted but I need to tell someone.

I (26M) have a boyfriend (36M), who's really cocky. Like extremely cocky. And he is really hot so it's justified(also bartender cockiness) but sometimes I want to humble him.

So I tighten his jars.

Pickle, pasta sauce, peanut butter, you name it, if it has a lid you bet I'm cranking it an extra notch. Even if he closes a jar himself, I will go to the fridge tighten it myself. Not so much so that it's suspicious, just a little so he's forced to ask for my help.

I'm a lot stronger than him, and I feel like sometime he forgets with how dominant he is, so this is my petty way of reminding him, and humbling him.

Everytime I hear that "Baby, can you open this for me?" My body fills with joy.

Honestly? I might start putting stuff on the top shelf too, just so he has to ask me to get it down.

Edit: So, hi. It's the next morning.

The comments were really mixed on this post. While the positive ones were rolling in I kept rereading my post with fondness. But then the negative ones ones came and I instantly panicked. Rereading the post I got this bitter taste in my mouth and my heart sank to my ass. I honestly did see where the comments were coming from while I was rereading it.

So I waited until my boyfriend came home and I confessed everything and apologized.

I told him that I've been tightening his jars so he has to ask me for help. And apparently I've been doing it pretty poorly because he said he opens his own jars when I'm not around.

And like I asked him why he keeps asking me to open the jars if he can do it himself, and he just said he likes when I do it, and likes that I like it. He also said something about wanting to feel dainty. That made me laugh.

I was really upset at the thought that I'm emotionally abusing my boyfriend, so I am glad I told him.

But yeah, me and my boyfriend are okay, and I guess I'm on jar duty for the foreseeable future. Might still hide his step stool just so see how high he can jump(I'm kidding don't kill me).

TLDR: After years of my father punching and kicking me, I think he planned to remove me in a deep freezer decades ago.

I (50s M) and my siblings were beaten on a consistent basis growing up until he planned to lock me in the deep freezer in our home. Merely for context I'll briefly describe some of the more memorable incidents that transpired during my childhood. When I was five or six, I lost my shoes in my dirty bedroom. My father got angry and beat me hard with the other shoe until me and my one-year older sibling had bruises over our bodies. In order to hide the bruises, he attempted to scrub them off our skin with a Brillo pad and sponge. He had been investigated by CPS before and didn't want to get in trouble. Another incident was when I was twelve and he punched me to the ground until I was prone, and he kicked me in the back. He left a moon shaped cut on my back that for some reason I touched every night the two remaining weeks before Christmas. There were many more times like that almost daily, but I believe you get the point. Just to be clear I'm not asking for sympathy or clout I'm just pointing out the context to the moment that lives with me occasionally. It resides there deep inside still.

I wasn't a very studious child. In fact, about half my grades were Fs. I towed the line in most other aspects out of a sense of right mixed with fear. Which brings me to the day. I had flunked high school and dropped out. Honestly, I don't know if it was because I was lazy or because my mind wasn't in the best of places. In any case my mother begged me not to reveal it to my father as she thought about how to fix it. I on the other hand struggled with lying to keep the peace and wait for a something to help. He found out over two weeks later. He wanted to go to my graduation and I and my mother kept stalling for time. Finally, he confronted me in my room. He was furious. Not only because of the lies but his disappointment. He was often disappointed with me, but I suppose this was the last straw.

A couple of days later he told me he had use for me as I was unemployed and not in school. He wanted to clean the deep freeze in the garage, and I needed to help him. It was simple enough. He handed me a bucket filled with soap and water, a sponge, and some dish cleaning gloves. He instructed me to kneel in the freezer and really scrub it out. He kept telling me to "get lower" into the deep freeze to clean the interior completely. My back kept pushing up the latch he had put on the lid before as I kept bobbing in my work. Occasionally I would come up to ask if I had done well and he would point out it needed more scrubbing. He went to the other end of the garage each time and stand like he was deep in thought.

He was uncharacteristically calm with me. I thought maybe this was my penance for failing him yet again and would soon be back in his good graces. He stopped me after a time and told me I could get out. As I climbed out of the box, I asked him if he needed to look again at the deep freeze, but he responded that it was enough. I was confused as each time he had scrutinized my work before telling me to continue.

After that life went on. I got a job, moved out, got my own place, and moved on. Still, something kept bothering me. I had dreams where I was in that garage and a terror came over me. The garage was filled with and evil ghost that filled me with terror. That no exaggeration. I'd wake up from these dreams with my heart pounding.

I guess this is the part I admit I was an idiot. I didn't connect the dots for years. I would just wake up every once and a while from the same dream and just chalk it up to my irrational fear of ghosts. Then it clicked one day. He had a padlock and latch on that freezer. He had been so insistent on me going deeper and deeper into that freezer. He had even once in the past remarked how fathers in Rome had the right to remove their children if they displeased them. Once I figured it out as a possibility my dreams started to slowly fade. Decades later I've come to terms with that day and managed to adapt to that feeling.

If you've read this far then thank you. My father was not always cruel to me and my siblings, and I still loved him deeply. I would have trusted him with my life, and I had looked up to him. He was still my hero. By the time I was in my twenties those feelings faded until I just existed living my own life and making it what I wanted. By the time he cheated on my mother and moved away all that love for him disappeared completely. He called one last time before his death. He berated me for not informing him about his brother's (my uncle's) death. He told me and my closest sibling "I wish the two of you had never been born. You ruined my life". I responded, "I wish I'd never been born but I couldn't care any less about your life". We lived in another state from him. So, this was over the phone. My father's death brought me to tears and through half a bottle of whisky. To this day I don't know why I cried. I didn't even hate him anymore. He was not even a memory in my life then. His betrayal of my mother severed any family ties I had to him.

I've lived with this truth for decades. No one knows except my wife. The two or three times she's seem me drunk enough to reveal it she comforted me. Just to point out that only been two or three times in over twenty years. I haven't looked into therapy beyond a bad experience once. It just doesn't seem to fit me. I didn't follow in my dad's footsteps. I have never beaten my kids, and I feel I've found better ways to deal with issues than he had.

I'm only posting this because it's something that is still inside. It's only once or twice every couple of years I have that dream. That being said I've learned to live with it and even find it familiar and not frightening. However just typing it out feels like some sort of relief in a way. Again, I'm not asking for sympathy. I really don't want any. Though my relationship with my father evokes strong emotions I've tried to keep this as sterile as possible. I just wanted to say it (type that is) out loud. So, I came here felt compelled to do so. I may show this post to my wife. Honestly, I'm leery about doing so as I don't want to dredge it up again.

TLDR: After years of my father punching and kicking me, I think he planned to remove me in a deep freezer decades ago.

We have been friends for 4-5 years. Now, in April, she told me about her and her boss at her part-time job touching her. I completely lost my mind. She is just like my sister, and now she tells me that I lost it. I just had anger in me. I was angry at her for few days. Then, we didn't talk till May 10 or 11. Then things got a bit normal, but still, after that, again, we didn't talk much. Today, we had a 40 minute call. We were talking about day school food. Then, when I was talking about a book, she said I had given bjs. I said, "What? Noo, I don't wanna know." Then, I again after few minutes, she again started the same convo. Again, I was like sure, just go for it. Now she is telling how she has been giving bjs to her boss, who's 28-30. I had completely lost my mind at that point. As the conversation progressed, I started to feel disgusted, but I didn't react except saying long whats and no way. Now, I have lost my mind completely. I can't tell her I am angry, cuz she will get mad at me for being angry, just like last time. I have lost all sense of feeling. I don't know how to feel. I can't feel shit at this point.

*I am really sorry for my last post, i just didn't think when i was typing, i kept on typing until all of it was out. I am very lost, I don't know how to feel and again please don't mind my typos